Yan Zhenting's attitude was firm and he had no intention of giving in.
"Grandpa, you are here to see me."
Yan Han's face was cold and he emphasized it invisibly.
The old man chuckled and tapped the ground with his cane, "Look at you and the people who take care of you, otherwise I won't worry."
"I told you, she's not here."
"I also said, let her come back!"
The grandfather and grandson's words easily pushed the atmosphere into a stalemate.
"Yan Song, go pick someone up." The old man added another sentence.
Yan Song stood at the door with a complex expression, unable to move forward or retreat.
The person is at home, where can I go to pick him up?
The air suddenly became thin, and breathing had to be done carefully.
No one dared to show off their arrogance, for fear of being affected.
Yan Han sat on the bed, with the corners of his lips lowered, and his eyes fell on the door opposite.
He was about to get up when suddenly, there was a click.
The inner door opens.
Song Xiang walked out of it with a calm face.
Yan Zhenting snorted, "Where did you come in from? Didn't you go to the company?"
Song Xiang calmly bowed her head to the old man, "Mr. Yan is joking with you. I promised my wife to take care of Mr. Yan, how could I leave so casually?"
"Are you kidding?" the old man snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping over the expressionless face of Yan Yanhan, "I don't know when he will start joking."
Song Xiang said nothing and walked forward.
"What kind of tea do you want?"
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and his face softened, "Plain water."
Song Xiang nodded, turned around and went out, then quickly brought the water up.
"I've been here for so long and there's still no tea. You kid is so thoughtful."
The old man took the tea and said casually.
Song Xiang stepped aside, neither humble nor arrogant, with his hands on his side, but already soaked in sweat.
The old man's eyes kept staring at her, examining, sizing, and judging.
"How old are you this year?"
"Twenty-five."
"Then it's time to talk about marriage."
Song Xiang answered truthfully: "Yes, we have this plan."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han's eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze turned around.
The old man put down the tea and said, "You have been Li Han's secretary for five years and can be regarded as a meritorious official of the Yan family. Now you are transferred to Yue Ji as the president. Don't you feel aggrieved?"
Song Xiang raised his head and spoke slowly: "Mr. Yan gave me the opportunity to perform. There is nothing wrong with me."
"Then tell me about Yue Ji's recent business conditions."
"She said it, can you understand it?"
Yan Han didn't show any dignity, so he poked his grandfather in front of Song Xiang and said coldly: "Modern management is not something that happened fifty years ago."
Yan Zhenting: "..."
"My old man is not dementia yet!"
Seeing that he was about to fight again, Song Xiang took a breath and spoke before Yan Han could.
She cut out the complicated and kept it simple, without using any messy terminology, and talked about the company's existing assets and recent projects in plain English.
Yan Zhenting didn't look at her at first, but he couldn't help but raise his head as he listened.
"You're not old, but you have a clear mind."
Song Xiang lowered his head and said, "Thank you for your praise."
"Since you are getting married, you should hurry up. The golden period of a girl's career is precious and cannot be delayed."
"Don't compare yourself with men, you can't afford it."
The old man suddenly changed the topic, catching Song Xiang off guard.
She's not stupid, she can hear the hint.
"Li Han will get married in the future. I hope you can still be by his side to assist him. The Yan family needs talents like you." The old man said again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Han's face turned completely cold.